We All Have Blood On Our Hands

June 11, 2013

Jesus said if we hate someone then we have murdered. So we’re all like Cain with blood on his hands from slaying Abel.

The prophet Nathan told David that blood was on his hands from his adulteress affair with Bathsheba. The Bible tells us that lust is the same as adultery. So I have blood on my hands, don’t you?

Bloody Hands

It almost seems as if in our envy we sometimes wish the person was dead so we could have what they have. In our minds their blood is on our hands.

And whenever we’ve placed anything, innocent or not, above God we’ve joined in the hands that took nails against a perfect man’s wrists and drove them through to the wooden cross.

There’s blood on the soccer mom’s hands as much as the ax murderer. There’s blood on the hands of the class valedictorian as much as there is on the class stoner.

There’s blood on all our hands. Can we just get that?

No one is really all that innocent. Our ways of making our sin heavier or lighter whenever it suits us is pure silliness. There is One who calculates all of our sins and finds us all in the negative.

You’re a terrible sinner. Horrible person. No good loser. Sure. Fine. Ok. But so is the “model citizen” in comparison to the greatness of the God we should be comparing to. So you beating yourself up doesn’t really address the real issue.

Look at those other terrible people! For instance, look at those church people! They’re not perfect. They have screwed up lives and sometimes get it wrong. Sure. Fine. Ok. But they can’t let only perfect people in the church or even the pastor would find his shoes fastened to the asphalt of the church parking lot. So you boosting yourself up in comparison to “worse” sinners doesn’t actually help address the real issue, either.

You are a sinner. So am I. There’s no need for us to figure out which one of us is worse. In the end either determination would be to our detriment. What matters is just this: Broken people need fixing.

If you can admit you’re broken, then you need to find the One who can fix you. If you can’t admit you’re broken because you’re too worried about other people’s brokenness, then you need to find the One who can fix you.

We all have blood on our hands. And we all need Jesus to come wash our hands and mend our wounds from the stabs we’ve inflicted on our own chests as we’ve fought for our validation in our good deeds or our desecration because of our bad deeds. Jesus doesn’t want our deeds. He wants us.